Page 25 of Wild Pitch

Jesus Christ. She needs this just as badly as I do.

I give her two long strokes before she goes rigid in front of me. “Condom,” she rushes out, andholy fuck, I can’t believe I forgot.“I’m on birth control, but are you—” she stops before finishing her question.

“My wallet is inside,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to stay still inside her. “I’m clean. I’ve never fucked raw, and I haven’t been with anyone since you agreed to come here. It’s your call.”

“I’m clean, but pull out just in case,” she replies. That’s all it takes for me to finally let go.

I grab a fistful of her silky hair, making her back arch as I fuck into her from behind. Her hands are against the wooden wall in front of us, her nails digging into it so hard that I’m worried they might break off. But my concern is fleeting as her pussy clenches down on me.

“You’re not going to come already, are you?” I ask. She doesn’t answer, so I land a tight slap to her clit, which makes her jolt forward. But she doesn’t go far with the way I’m holding her head in place. “Answer me, Mayhem,” I order. “Tell me you’ve missed this cock so much that you’re about to slut yourself out and come all over it when we’ve barely even started.”

“I’m not,” she grits out, clearly fighting to prove me wrong as I continue thrusting. Anyone who walked by right now would be able to hear the way my pelvis is slapping against her full ass as I fuck her. I hope they do. I want the world to know she’s mine.

I pull harder on her hair, arching her back even more as I brush my lips against her earlobe. “Liar,” I say quietly, my hot breath ricocheting off her sweat-soaked skin. “I can make you go off right now and you know it.”

She shakes her head rapidly in defiance. She thinks she can hold off. And maybe she can with other guys, but I know what she needs.

I growl before leaning in and sinking my teeth into the side of her neck. I bite down hard, feeling an intenseeuphoria shoot through me, starting at the base of my spine and spreading throughout my body.

This is how it’s supposed to be.

Raw. Primal. Carnal.

It only takes another second before Monroe squeezes around me, her entire body shaking as she orgasms so loudly, that I’m sure it’ll carry far beyond this beach. I fuck her through it, letting go of her hair and pulling out of her body as soon as I’m sure she’s spent. Wrapping my hand around my steel cock, I stroke furiously as my vision goes white, shooting rope after rope of cum all over her ass. It goes on for what seems like forever, and I jerk myself until I have to stop from the overstimulation.

Her head hangs forward, pressed against the wall, her back heaving as she struggles to regulate her breathing. I gently wrap my hand around her throat and carefully tilt it enough so that the bite marks I left behind come into view. Leaning into her, I drag my tongue along them like an animal cleaning a wound, soothing the angry skin as she whimpers quietly.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, taking my time to inspect her neck and back for any signs of injury before turning her to me.

“Mhmmm,” she hums, barely able to keep her eyes open. I lean forward, brushing my lips gently against hers and she sighs, melting into me as she returns the kiss.

“Let’s clean you off,” I say, doing my best to support her with one arm while turning the shower on with the other. The cool water hits our skin, feeling amazing as it starts to slowly warm. Using a travel bottle of shampoo that the beach keeps stocked in these things, I carefully wash her, watching as the evidence of our pleasure slidesdown her body and disappears into the drain. The sight makes me want to cover her with cum again. To make her smell like me so everyone knows who she belongs to.

Because whether she likes it or not, she’s mine just as much as I’m hers.

EIGHTEEN

RIGGS

“Good game, baby!”Jackson says, slapping me on the back.

I laugh, looking up from where I’m grabbing my bag from the locker. “I didn’t play, but thanks.” I pitch tomorrow, so I spent tonight in the dugout, hyping the guys up as they beat the Philadelphia Kings four to three. His one-run homer in the ninth inning sealed the deal for us, so the happy fucker is even more chipper than normal.

“There’s noIinteam, Val,” he says with a boyish grin. “We’re all going down to the hotel bar when we get back. I know I don’t even have to ask, but I assume we can count you in?”

He’s right. Normally, I’d be leading the pack. I’m usually the one pushing the guys out the door in an attempt to get first pick of all the women in the place. My routine is to stay until the bartenders tell us it’s time to go, then take whoever I have on my arm up to my room for some one-on-one time. I’ve gone out a couple of times since Monroe moved in to help me, and I’ve engaged insome surface level conversations with women while sitting and nursing my one or two drinks, but I haven’t invited any of them back to my room.

At first, I told myself I was just doing it to keep up appearances. I couldn’t very well be telling the team that I’m a whole new man, then turn around and pull the same old stunts. They think I’m in a relationship, so I’m just playing the part.

But after the other day on the beach, I’m starting to wonder if that outlook is evolving into something different. Because tonight, I don’t even have the desire to go.

I stand, raising my arms above my head in a stretch. “I don’t know, man. I’m kind of tired. I think I might pass tonight. Gonna hit the sack early.”

He laughs, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, right,” he says sarcastically. “You haven’t missed a post-game celebration since I’ve known you. Just one drink, then you can get back to texting your girl like the whipped little puppy dog you are.”

I take a deep breath in, exhaling slowly. “One drink. Then I’m out.”

“Nice,” he says with a toothy grin, giving me a fist bump before he takes off toward the shower.

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